My alligator blood is starting to show, I know that you know that I know that you know. Can't call a bluff with a dead man's hand. Or put a gun to my head and paint the walls with my brains. Let's play a game of Russian Roulette, I'll load the gun, you place the bet. Tell me who will make it out alive. I pulled away to face the pain. I close my eyes and drift away, over the fear that I will never find a way to heal my soul. And I will wander 'til the end of time... Torn away from you. My heart is broken. Sweet sleep, my dark angel, deliver us from sorrow's hold. - Alice, 15, Brazil, São Paulo.